warm bread and her tears
I miss them. I miss spending time with them. Miss all our talks. All our hugs. And our cries. They showed me what life is all about. Itís about love and facing your pain and struggles with your head up high. And when we love and are being loved back then there is nothing better than life. Then life tastes great. Like warm homemade bread shared with friends at dawn. Like a cup of hot coffee at 5am in the middle of the woods after a cold rainy night. Like her tears that I kissed away that night: "I'm crying becasue I'm happy that you are with me tonight Ewa. I love you."